humanities.lit.authors.shakespeare

On Apr 5, 8:07=EF=BF=BDam, Art Neuendorffer >
wrote:
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> =EF=BF=BD Pierce Penilesse
> =EF=BF=BD HIS SVPPLICATION to the Diuell.
>
> =EF=BF=BDBarbaria grandis habere nihil.
>
> Written by Tho. Nash, Gent.
>
> printed by Abell Iesses, for I.B. 1592.
> ....................................................
> =EF=BF=BDI was informde of late dayes, that a certaine blind Retayler call=
ed
> the Diuell, vsed to lend money vpon pawnes, or any thing, and would
> lette one for a needle haue A THOUSAND POUNDS vppon a Statute Merchant
> of his soule: or if a man plide him thoroughly, would trust him vppon
> a Bill of his hande without any more circumstance.
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> Spam Scone wrote HLAS:
>
> > Inscription by GBS dated April 27, 1917,
> > in a book of Shaw plays,
> > =EF=BF=BD including Dark Lady of the Sonnets.
> > This book in such good sense abounds
> > That it *is WORTH a thousand pounds*
> > To child and parent, nurse and teacher.
> > It has, besides, the useful feature
> > Of saving you from ever dreaming
> > That Bacon-Shakespeare's double seeming
> > Proves anything except that foozling
> > With cyphers leads to self-bamboozling....
>
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> ___*WORTH* : *VERDI* (Norwegian)
> ___*WORTH* : *V=EF=BF=BDRDI* (Swedish)
> ___*WORTH* : *V=EF=BF=BDRDI* (Danish)
> .......................................
> <<...as also for the special good favour I bear to Master Frobisher,
> to offer unto you to be an ADVENTURER therein for the sum of
> ONE THOUSAND POUNDS or more, if you like to admit thereof,
> which sum or sums upon your certificate of admittance,
> I will enter into bond, From the Court, the 21st of May 1578.
> . =EF=BF=BD Your loving friend
> . =EF=BF=BD Edward Oxenford>>
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> =EF=BF=BD *is WORTH a thousand pounds*
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> `Now then! Show your ticket, child!' the Guard went on,
> looking angrily at Alice. And a great many voices all said
> together (`like the chorus of a song,' thought Alice),
> =EF=BF=BD `Don't keep him waiting, child!
>
> =EF=BF=BD Why, his time *is WORTH a thousand pounds* a minute!'
>
> `I'm afraid I haven't got one,' Alice said in a frightened tone:
> `there wasn't a ticket-office where I came from.' And again
> the chorus of voices went on. `There wasn't room for one where
> she came from.
>
> =EF=BF=BD The land there *is WORTH a thousand pounds* an inch!'
>
> `Don't make excuses,' said the Guard: `you should have bought
> one from the engine-driver.' And once more the chorus of voices
> went on with `The man that drives the engine.
>
> =EF=BF=BD Why, the smoke alone *is WORTH a thousand pounds* a puff!'
>
> Alice thought to herself, `Then there's no use in speaking.'
> The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to
> her great surprise, they all THOUGHT in chorus (I hope you
> understand what THINKING IN CHORUS means--for I must confess
> that _I_ don't), `Better say nothing at all.
>
> =EF=BF=BD Language *is WORTH a thousand pounds* a word!'
>
> `I shall dream about a thousand pounds tonight,
> =EF=BF=BDI know I shall!' thought Alice.
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> DROMIO OF EPHESUSI buy A THOUSAND POUND a year: I buy a ROPE.
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> <> later the Earl of Suffolk, to whom the translation of Don Quixote was
> dedicated. His wife, Catherine, Lady Suffolk received a payment of
> =EF=BF=BD1,000 a year from the King of Spain for her work on his behalf in=

> this country. What this consisted of has remained a secret.
> Shelton may have worked for her
> and have undertaken missions in Spain, and on these visits
> to Madrid, Shelton may have met and conferred with Cervantes.
> =EF=BF=BDFrom 1603 to 1614, Suffolk, the builder of Audley End, near Saffr=
on
> Walden in Essex, was Lord Chamberlain to the royal household. However,
> it must be stressed that there is no evidence that the Thomas Shelton
> who worked for Lady Suffolk was the Thomas Shelton who translated Don
> Quixote. We have no further information about either man, if indeed
> two men by this name are involved.>>
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> <> physitian, married, and by her had on daughter married, to wit,
> the Lady Bernard of Abbingdon. I have heard that Mr. Shakspeare
> was a natural wit, without any art at all; hee frequented the plays
> all his younger time, but in his elder days lived at Stratford,
> and supplied the stage with two plays every year,
> and for itt had an allowance so large, that hee spent att the rate
> of =EF=BF=BD1,000 a-year, as I have heard. Shakespeare, Drayton, and
> Ben Jonson, had a merie meeting, and itt seems drank too hard, for
> Shakespear died of a feavour there contracted. Remember to peruse
> Shakespeare's plays; and bee much versed in them, that I may not bee
> ignorant in that matter. Whether Dr. Heylin does well, in reckoning
> up the dramatick poets which have been famous in England,
> to omit Shakespeare.>> -- WARD, REV. JOHN, 1648-78, Diary
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> =EF=BF=BD1850
> =EF=BF=BD =EF=BF=BDLIONIZING
> by Edgar Allan Poe
>
> The Duchess of Bless-my-Soul was sitting for her portrait; the
> =EF=BF=BD Marquis of So-and-So was holding the Duchess' poodle; the Earl o=
f
> =EF=BF=BD This-and-That was flirting with her salts; and his Royal Highnes=
s of
> =EF=BF=BD Touch-me-Not was leaning upon the back of her chair.
> I approached the artist and turned up my nose.
> "Oh, beautiful!" sighed her Grace.
> "Oh, my!" lisped the Marquis.
> "Oh, shocking!" groaned the Earl.
> "Oh, abominable!" growled his Royal Highness.
> "What will you take for it?" asked the artist.
> "For his nose!" shouted her Grace.
> "A THOUSAND POUNDS," said I, sitting down.
> "A THOUSAND POUNDS?" inquired the artist, musingly.
> "A THOUSAND POUNDS," said I.
> "Beautiful!" said he, entranced.
> "A THOUSAND POUNDS," said I.
> "Do you warrant it?" he asked, turning the nose to the light.
> "I do," said I, blowing it well.
> "Is it quite original?" he inquired, touching it with reverence.
> "Humph!" said I, twisting it to one side.
> "Has no copy been taken?" he demanded, surveying it through a
> =EF=BF=BD microscope.
> "None," said I, turning it up.
> "Admirable!" he ejaculated, thrown quite off his guard by the beauty
> =EF=BF=BD of the manoeuvre.
> "A THOUSAND POUNDS," said I.
> "A THOUSAND POUNDS?" said he.
> "Precisely," said I.
> "A THOUSAND POUNDS?" said he.
> "Just so," said I.
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> <> three weeks, or to be more exact, in nineteen days, for he was back
> begging on the twentieth. Then he was given a lodge to keep, exactly
> as he had feared upon the island; and he still lives, a great
> favourite, though something of a BUTT, with the country boys,
> and a notable singer IN CHURCH on Sundays and saints' days.>>
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> Americans have already subscribed =EF=BF=BD1,000 for an American memorial
> =EF=BF=BD window to be put in the Shakespeare Church at Avon. About
> three-fourths of the visitors to Shakespeare's tomb are Americans. If
> you will show me any American who has visited England and has not seen
> that tomb, Barnum shall be on his track next week. It was an American
> who roused into its present vigorous life, England's dead interest in
> her Shakespearean remains. Think of that! Imagine the house that
> Shakespeare was born in being brought bodily over here and set up on
> American soil! That came within an ace of being done once. A reputable
> gentleman of Stratford told me so. The old building was going to wreck
> and ruin. Nobody felt quite reverence enough for the dead dramatist to
> repair and take care of his house; so an American came along ever so
> quietly and bought it. The deeds were actually drawn and ready for the
> signatures. Then the thing got wind and there was a fine stir in
> England! The sale was stopped. Public-spirited Englishmen headed a
> revival of reverence for the poet, and from that day to this every
> relic of Shakespeare in Stratford has been sacred, and zealously
> cared for accordingly. Can you name the American who once owned
> Shakespeare's birth place for twenty-four hours?
> There is but one who could ever have conceived of such
> an unique and ingenious enterprise, and he is the man
> I refer to - P. T. Barnum.
>
> =EF=BF=BDMARK TWAIN - HARTFORD, Monday, April 26, 1875
> ----------------------------------------------------------http://www.rickw=
alton.com/folktale/bryant62.htm
>
> "Men call me the Pied Piper," said the man, "and I know a way to draw
> after me everything that walks, or flies, or swims. What will you give
> me if I rid your town of rats?"
>
> "Anything, anything," said the Mayor. "I don't believe you can do it,
> but if you can, I'll give you a thousand guineas."
> -------------------------------------------------http://www.areoka.com/sto=
rytm/grimmbros/piedpipe.html
>
> "I've freed other towns of beetles and bats," the stranger announced,
> "and for a thousand florins, I'll rid you of your rats!"
> -------------------------------------------------http://www.indiana.edu/~l=
ibrcsd/etext/piper/
>
> =EF=BF=BD92 ``Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats:
> =EF=BF=BD93 ``And as for what your brain bewilders,
> =EF=BF=BD94 ``If I can rid your town of rats
> =EF=BF=BD95 ``Will you give me a thousand guilders?''
>
> 152 ``Of the rats!'' -- when suddenly, up the face
> 153 Of the Piper perked in the market-place,
> 154 With a, ``First, if you please, my thousand guilders!''
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> Terry Ross wrote HLAS:
>
> <> who was a character in 3H6 and R3.
>
> Here is Oxford's entire part in *Richard III*:
>
> =EF=BF=BD OXFORD =EF=BF=BDEVERy man's conscience is a thousand swords,
> =EF=BF=BD To fight against that bloody homicide.>>
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> =EF=BF=BD =EF=BF=BD[King Richard the Third (Folio) 5.2]
> =EF=BF=BD Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and
> others, with drum and colours.
>
> Oxf. =EF=BF=BDEuery mans Conscience is a thousand men,
> =EF=BF=BD =EF=BF=BDTo fight against this guilty Homicide.
>
> Her. =EF=BF=BDI doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.
>
> Blunt. =EF=BF=BDHe hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,
> =EF=BF=BD =EF=BF=BDWhich in his deerest neede will flye from him.
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> =EF=BF=BDBecomes simply 1st Lord in Quarto:
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> =EF=BF=BD[King Richard the Third (Quarto) 5.2]
> =EF=BF=BDEnter Richmond with drums and trumpets.
>
> 1 Lord =EF=BF=BD Euerie mans conscience is a thousand swordes,
> =EF=BF=BD =EF=BF=BDTo fight against that bloudie homicide.
>
> 2 Lord =EF=BF=BD I doubt not but his friendes will flie to vs.
>
> 3 Lord =EF=BF=BD He hath no friendes, but who are friendes for feare,
> =EF=BF=BD =EF=BF=BDWhich in his greatest neede will shrinke from him.
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> Art Neuendorffer

MM:
Fair weather friends. Christ experienced that, when he was
crucified. St. Peter denied him thrice before the cock crowed.
Shakespeare knew this well. Julius Caesar also knew it from
experience.

Michael Martin